— Don't they make a handsome couple?
— He's a man; she's a woman: perfect match.
What a fool I was to doubt you. Dr. Pinder-Schloss explained everything. What a lovely woman. So chilly.
Look at it, Fester. The primeval ooze. Quicksand, fumes, toxic waste. It's all ours, Fester. You belong here, old man.
— You meant to blow them up?
— Of course, why else would a grown man play with trains? Wanna blow the other bridge?
— Oh, Gomez. The Bermuda Triangle!
— Devil's Island.
— The black hole of Calcutta.
— Excuse us.
— Second honeymoon...
— I believe I am understanding. I can help, yes? The theory of displacement. Is this familiar?
— No. Tish?
— Oh, it is too exciting. I will explain.
— Is it unpleasant?
— Deeply...
— Your very own brother, you drive him away. "Go! Off with you!" But then you are feeling the little black monster.
— Pugsley?
— Guilt.
— Unhappy, darling?
— Oh, yes. Yes, completely!
— Oh, Tish, that's French.
— Oui.
— Cara mia.
